Cloud Watching Poem by Lois Read

When you told me
you took your girls cloud watching
on Saturdays
I knew you were the one
the one to make
and perpetuate magic
the one to make daydreaming cool.

I have been asked
'Do you dream in color? '
No. My dreams are of people
talking, and doing unusual things.
Color to me is Eyes Wide Open
Heart Wide Open. Magic.
The color of clouds

shape-shifting clouds
lemon-bright at the edges
not quite able to keep the sun
from gift-wrapping gray
herds of elephants, dinasaurs
there for the seeing
on Saturdays.